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ARC 3 - OTHERWORDLY HUNGER TRIGGER WARNING: This arc contains explicit sexual themes, supernatural elements including tentacle-based fantasy content, and breeding kink. It is intended for mature readers only. Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores desire without restraint. ------ We had been walking through the dark tunnels for hours. My boots went dug deep into the waters. The flashlight in my hand shook a little because my heart was beating fast. We had been doing this for years yet I still sucked.

I believed he would soon return her to a safe place. But the next time we met, he asked to end our engagement. “She is different from you.She needs my protection.I will turn Sylvia.Do not stand in my way.” I could not believe it. The gentle and composed Kael wanted to turn a human without the elders’ approval. He denied our love and fell in love with a human instead. I could not accept it. So I told everything to our parents. Later, the human woman was sent back to human territory by my family. She was even given generous compensation.

I drag the scent of jasmine that fills my office, it burns all the way down, like I'm inhaling fire, heat fills my body most the south part especially. The heat is spreading, my muscles tighten, my heartbeat is kicking harder, faster and faster, the lighting in my office starts blaring, bleeding into the edges of my vision as red fills them. Three years of this hell. Since the year he left, my ruts stopped being biological cycles. They are no longer manageable, more temporary, and unpredictable now. Fenrir doesn't want release. He wants him, his scent, a ghost with jasmine on his skin. “Find him.” The voice of Femir slams through my skull, raw and feral.

I roared. I threw the fang at the Author. It didn't hit him like a bullet. It hit him like a **Virus**. The fang buried itself in the Author’s chest. The "Narrative" wall shattered. The black ink words—*The Hero fell*—turned into violet birds and flew away. The Author looked down at the fang. His white sweater began to turn black. His skin began to grow fur. "What... what is this?" he gasped. "This isn't in the 'Outline'!"

Again. I crouched behind a cluster of pine trees, the bark pressing into my back, my breath held tight as footsteps crunched nearby. "Where the hell did she go?" a voice snapped. Male. Sharp. Frustrated. I smirked. "She's like a damn squirrel. Just vanishes," another growled. A softer voice, but no less angry. I knew who they were. Arnou and Derek. Both sons of the elite, both entitled assholes with nothing better to do than chase Omegas around like it was sport. And me? I was their favorite game.

After Lust tried and failed to get into Daniel’s pants she made her way back to the table. Daniel had given up on asking them about the prophecy, Lust had quite effectively pushed him over the edge. His ability to be in the same room with them was gone and he knew that if he didn’t leave then they all would end up back in hell. The Seven crying to their mother about how mean the AOD was and Daniel in chains watching as Lucifer tortured Elizabeth.

I stroked fast and unloaded thick ropes across both their faces and tits, covering the collars too. They knelt there wrecked, makeup smeared, breathing hard. Cilia wiped her lips. “You are still just the filthy driver.” Audrey spat on the floor but her voice was hoarse. “Nothing changes.” I looked down at both of them, cum dripping from their chins. “Yeah,” I said. “But now you both belong to this filthy driver. And you’ll keep coming back for more.” They left shaky-legged, one after the other, collars hidden under their clothes. I sat alone on the mattress, cock spent, a dark smile on my face.

The End ###### Author’s Note Hello, dear reader! Fated Mates Torn By Hate is the first book among my ten books that I wrote that garnered the most views (and has the most words). I’ve been writing since September 2021 here in GoodNovel so you know how this means so much to me. And I thank you so much for that. *makes sobbing noises*

He doesn't stop—oh fuck, he doesn't stop—curling deeper, his palm slapping against my clit with every savage plunge. The overstimulation burns, sweet and agonizing, building me right back up until my thighs are shaking, my shameless release running down my legs. I love it. I love it so much it breaks me open, tears rolling freely now because this is my fantasy come to life. The one I've poured into my secret werewolf smut stories under the name Alpha's Little Slut. Alphas who claim hard, wreck thoroughly, and leave their mates ruined and begging for more. But this is better. Realer. Azren's fingers are merciless, stretching me, owning me, his breath hot and ragged against my ear as he whispe